Brett Eldredge - The Night St. Nick Got Sick Lyrics

Ah, okay

Pull up a seat in the frosty snow
I got a story that's gotta be told
'Bout my trip to the old North Pole
So hold on tight (hold on tight)

I got lost up in the evergreens
Most beauty that I ever seen
Saw a house that glisten and gleamed
So I knocked twice
An old man with a pearly white beard
Opened up, smiling ear to ear
He said, "It's 'bout time you made it here, come on inside" (come inside)
He said, "I got a snivel and an aching head"
"Mrs. Claus is saying, 'now get to bed'"
He winked at me and then he said
"If you're not busy tonight"

"Could you, put on the suit, it's in the closet"
"Say hi to Rudi, say hi to Comet"
"Take the reins and shake the bells and you'll be on your way"
"Down the chimney, stick the landing"
"Try the cookies, drop the presents"
"I know it's a lot to ask, but would you take my place"
And my belly grew twelve inches and my beard grew white and thick
On the night St. Nick got sick

Come on, ah

He said, I look really fresh in red
Fuzzy hat warming up my head
I said, "Santa chill, stay in bed, it'll be alright"
Then the sleigh lifted off the ground
I was soaring fast, town to town
Scared of heights but I still looked down
And I held tight

Now Santa called on the jingle line
Said, "You got it kid, you're doing fine"
He thanked me, I said, "Anytime you need to take a break"

I'll put on the suit in the closet
Say hi to Rudi, say hi to Comet
Take the reins and shake the bells and I'll be on my way (I'll be on my way)
Down the chimney, stick the landing
Try the cookies, drop the presents
I said, "Jolly man, I got your back, I'll try to take your place"
And my belly grew twelve inches and my beard grew white and thick
On the night St. Nick got sick

Well, Santa's back in business now
I trimmed the beard, lost the pounds
I swear it's true and I don't know how
But late one Christmas eve, I got to

Put on the suit in the closet
Said hi to Rudi, said hi to Comet
Took the reins and shook the bells and I was on my way (I was on my way)
Down the chimney, stuck the landing (down the chimney, stuck the landing)
Tried the cookies, dropped the presents (tried the cookies, dropped the presents)
I had a jolly good time but no one could take his place
And the elves still send me post cards, that's me as Santa in the pic
From the night St. Nick got sick
Ah, from the night St. Nick got sick

Don't you worry, he'll be alright